Why is the song called Qingtian, but it is sung on Rainy Day?

Han Yumian opened his big eyes and looked forward to Xu Yan's answer.

Xu Yan was a little cowardly when he was staring at Wang Qiushui. Why? I don’t know either!

I can sing, it's purely because it sounds nice, I really haven't looked at it in detail!

"you do not know?"

Han Yumian, who had been waiting for no answer, had his eyes turned into doubt.

An author can't even say anything he wants to express his own work?

Hey, it's a good food!

It seemed that he could see the ridicule in the girl's eyes. Xu Yan's face was not changing and his heart was not beating randomly. He pretended to be very profound and asked one after another:

"Why should I know? Why should I tell you what I want to express? Shouldn't you explore the profound meaning of this yourself and figure out what I want to tell the audience?"

Han Yumian was stunned. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

This is similar to the spoiler. If you don’t finish reading it, you will know the ending, which would be boring.

"Then do you have any song?" Her eyes burst into hope again.

Xu Yan hugged his chest with his hands, raised his chin proudly, twisted his head, and then looked at Han Yumian with his eyes slanted. He smiled proudly, neither saying there was nor saying there was.

But anyone who saw this kind of arrogant look knew that he had it, so Han Yumian said in surprise:

"Sing it to me, when did you write it?"

She thought this song should be very good. Although she only listened to two or three sentences, the sentence "On the Windy Day" instantly caught her ears and mind.

Just four words, how good would it sound if it was a song?

"Hmph~"

Xu Yan snorted coldly, and finally found some place. He sniffed Han Yumian's appetite and went to the kitchen to take out the frozen prawns to thaw.

When Han Yumian saw this, he quickly grabbed the shrimp and said with a smile: "I'll cook it, I'll make garlic vermicelli vermicelli for you to steam the shrimp!"

The dish she mentioned is a seafood dish with a very high order rate in the restaurant, which is almost a must-have on the table.

"Will you still do this?"

Xu Yan was surprised. He knew that the girl had a good cooking skills, but he didn't expect that the restaurant dishes would be as well.

Han Yumian took off his top, tied up his apron, looked back and smiled, "Didn't I tell you? I washed dishes in the restaurant before I got the demolition payment. At that time, I often saw the masters doing it, and I tried it."

Xu Yan was muddy and was broken at this moment.

Whenever he thinks of a seventeen-year-old girl squatting there with leather gloves and washing dishes, his heart is bleeding.

"I'll help you and sing it to you after dinner!" he said softly.

"No, I just happened to tell you that I will cook in the future. I will spoil your mouth to eat only my food!"

Han Yumian's eyes were sly, and her face on the turtleneck sweater was beautiful and charming, just like the most beautiful flower.

Xu Yan was lost for a moment and gently rubbed the girl's little head.

Then, he walked to Han Yumian Xiangxiang's boudoir and took out the guitar that had only been useless for a while.

Hop ~

The crisp sound echoed in the bedroom. Xu Yan thought about it slightly. After the dual teachings of Shao Wei and Han Yumian, he was now considered a musician, so it became easier to dig the score.

Thumb tumb tumb…

"The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year of birth..."

Xu Yan couldn't sing Pang Lun's vague and casual voice, and could only put his feelings when listening to the song into his voice.

As he sang, the mv of "Sunny Day" couldn't help but come to his mind. This thought changed the male and female protagonists in it to himself and Han Yumian.

So, a bitter scene arose in his heart.

After singing it a few times, Xu Yan suddenly realized that his singing skills had improved greatly and he was vaguely qualified to be in the world music scene.

"Oh, invincible! Just a mere manure fork, just Zhang Huan, but that's it!"

He shook his head, put down his guitar, and then ran to the kitchen following the aroma of food at the tip of his nose.

Han Yumian not only made prawns, but also cooked some cauliflower and cooked a seaweed soup.

Seeing Xu Yan come in, she smiled and said, "It's just right, I'll serve the food and have a meal."

Xu Yan did not go to serve the dishes immediately, but couldn't wait to taste the garlic shrimp. The tender and smooth shrimp really made him feel comfortable, so he praised:

"It's so delicious! If you put it in a restaurant, it's at least 30,000 yuan per serving! No, it's priceless. After all, this is made by a little fairy!"

When Han Yumian heard this, his face turned slightly red. He patted him and said coquettishly: "Good mouth and smooth tongue!"

For women of any age, as long as they are praise, no matter how big or small, they can make them happy. Therefore, when dealing with women, don’t be stingy with your own beautiful words.

In order to appreciate Han Yumian's cooking skills with practical actions, Xu Yan tried two bowls of rice.

The little fairy saw it and the little girl in her heart was jumping and she was really happy.

She knew that Pig Head usually had a bowl of rice to death.

"Stop holding on, I'll do it tomorrow."

It is really not advisable to eat too much for dinner. In the end, Han Yumian couldn't help but persuade him when he saw his oily lips.

Xu Yan laughed, then wiped his mouth with paper and said, "I won't eat anymore, and I won't have the energy to sing if I eat too much."

Inside the master bedroom.

Xu Yan opened his windbreaker, kicked off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Han Yumian was holding a guitar. When he turned around, he saw him on his bed. The phoenix stared wide and said angrily:

"You come down!"

Xu Yan took his little finger and said quietly: "We both hugged and kissed each other on the bed. Why are you still doing this so much? Hold on!"

Han Yumian thought this person was really a rogue, but when he thought of the scenes that made people blush, he simply handed over the guitar half-heartedly.

Xu Yan was not satisfied with the guitar. He leaned forward, then pulled the girl in front of the bed onto the bed and made a suggestion.

"Come up, I'll teach you how to play!"

Like many conservative girls, Han Yumian was scared when she got on the bed, not to mention that she was not wearing a coat. The tight wool sweater fully highlighted her perfect upper body.

She was extremely embarrassed and dominated her posture by Xu Yan, and finally the two sat in front and back.

Xu Yan held her, pressed the strings alone with his left hand, and grabbed Han Yumian's hand with his right hand to flip.

"So good!"

"The little yellow flower of the story..."

Han Yumian's face was a little hot, but when she heard a hot wind blowing in her ears, mixed with singing she had never heard before, she suddenly lost her shameful mind.

Xu Yan sang seriously and emotionally.

"I really want to ask again, will you wait or leave...

On the day of wind, I tried to hold your hand, but the rain gradually became so heavy that I saw you missing..."

After orgasm, Han Yumian became excited, and his little face was red and very attractive.

"Once upon the time, someone loved you for a long time, but the wind gradually blew the distance farther. Finally, I could love you one more day, but at the end of the story, you seemed to say goodbye..."

Han Yumian liked the sentence that day when the windy day, but he didn't expect the follow-up to be as amazing as it was.

However, her excitement was only a short while, and then she felt very painful.

The sadness and sorrow in the song really makes people feel like they can't wake up.

And as soon as you wake up, you can hear Xu Yan's lonely heart showing a delicate and restrained fragility.

The song ends, and the lingering sounds linger, and the heart tide caused by the ups and downs of the heart will not dissipate for a long time.

Xu Yan looked down at the girl in his arms and said intimately: "Does it sound good?"

"Yeah!" the girl nodded and then raised her plain face, "But, it's so sad!"

Xu Yan curled his lips, "Yes, I feel sad every time I sing."

"It's called "Sunny Day"?" Han Yumian wondered the name, "Sunny Day is a very beautiful weather. Do you want to use beauty to contrast sadness?"

Xu Yan thought for a while and said, "It will be rainy after sunny days, and it will be sunny after rainy days. How do people who watch music understand it?"

Han Yumian thought for a while, then asked with a bad expression: "How did you think of writing this song? I remembered your school days? Which girl evoked your memories?"

The distance between her face and Xu Yan was only three or five centimeters, and they could feel each other's breathing.

She deliberately got so close to her, trying to verify whether the other party was lying through the rhythm of her breathing.

Xu Yan did not avoid it, and his breathing stopped normally for a while, and then he returned to calm.

The only regret in his youth is that he did not find Han Yumian, so there is no lying for a certain girl.
To be continued...